Chapter 1733: Rising to Fame (4)

Tang Ruan's rich body fragrance drifted through the air.

Unfortunately, it had no effect on the Frenzied Corpses.

However, the damage-reflection effect of the Mystic Maiden Armor still worked.

Several Frenzied Corpses attacking wildly beside her actually took more and more damage the more they struck; two of them Tang Ruan hadn't even managed to attack, yet they had beaten themselves to death.

Still, Tang Ruan wasn't satisfied.

Logically speaking, the thick, sharp Moon-Chasing Spear had very strong piercing power, and after being enlarged by the Gigantification Art, spearing 2-4 Frenzied Corpses dead in one thrust shouldn't be a problem.

The damage-reflection effect of the Mystic Maiden Armor was also decent; the Frenzied Corpses' attacks were extremely sharp.

Tang Ruan stood still, and they would wound themselves heavily in no time.

But the main problem was slowness.

If killing was too slow, it would ultimately still be very dangerous.

Even though Tang Ruan had high HP, high defense, and high recovery, the Frenzied Corpses' attack power was simply too strong after all.

Facing a pack of dogs attacking, even a tigress couldn't hold out for long.

If it were always just 3-5 Frenzied Corpses surrounding Tang Ruan, she could simply stand still and let the damage-reflection effect kill them off themselves.

But now a whole swarm of Frenzied Corpses was scrambling to attack.

One trampled on another, then was in turn trampled underfoot by the ones behind.

More kept pouncing down from above.

Others burrowed in at her feet.

At any given moment, Tang Ruan had to endure simultaneous attacks from at least 10 of them.

That intensity was truly too great; Tang Ruan couldn't hold up either.

Therefore, she had to kill them fast.

She couldn't let so many Frenzied Corpses exist around her at the same time.

Facing the swarm attack, Tang Ruan's health ratio kept dropping, and her shield's durability was about to bottom out—she absolutely had to fight faster.

Tang Ruan toughed out the attacks, put away the Moon-Chasing Spear and the Giant Shield, drew two enormous Phoenix-Cry Blades, one in each hand, and gripped them tight.

"Whirlwind!"

Her small lips parted slightly, uttering two words.

Whish-whish-whish~

The two giant blades swept out in a wide arc.

Now this was really different.

Twelve Frenzied Corpses split in two; another twelve were gravely wounded, limbs severed from their bodies.

"In this situation blades really are better—come on, all of you, come hit me! Whirlwind!"

Tang Ruan had also gotten a taste of the blade's sweetness.

"Whirlwind, Whirlwind, Whirlwind!"

More and more Frenzied Corpses died!

Tang Ruan's HP rapidly recovered.

The entire middle section of the Frenzied Corpse horde was in utter chaos.

Meng Meng was dumbfounded.

Not only Meng Meng—even Ye Xuan, Zhang Jiu, and all the other heroes were completely dumbfounded.

They gaped, utterly speechless.

Everyone was thinking the same thing.

Am I fucking still asleep?

Am I having a nightmare?

Meng Meng felt a chill run through his whole body.

That woman clearly had such a cute face—why was she so strong?

She's practically a berserker!

This fucking strength doesn't match her face at all!

A giant Frenzied Corpse just died like that?

And Xu Jun got pierced and burst apart in one hit?

How the hell did she fight?

Zhang Jiu was clearly terrified too.

He shouted: "Brother Meng! What was that? Why were those 700 Frenzied Corpses instantly killed? Xu Jun's attack power was stronger than mine—he could split a giant orc in one slash! But why couldn't that female giant be killed? She was clearly hit on the head just now—how is there not even a wound? And she took over a hundred hits from the Frenzied Corpses surrounding her—how is she completely fine?"

How could Meng Meng possibly know?